A year in Wales and my Facebook feed is unrecognisable: from updates on the latest auction prices for sheep and cows to weekly tractor and farm machinery sales and a host of local issues (e.g. "who let their dog crap outside my front door?" and "does anyone have any sandbags"?) .
And my own timeline?..how we've moved on from the woes of the daily commute. My commute this week is:
Lambing is all-consuming. Well it is when it's your first experience. I am chief 'business-end' checker. Looking out for the tell-tale signs. I can spot a ewe who is likely to go into labour at 100 paces (Not entirely true... but I'm feeling slightly smug today as I suspected a ewe was getting ready because I thought she looked a bit 'pissed off'. I wasn't wrong though. She did start about half an hour later). I also have two bruises on my rear. From the quad bike. It appears when I ride pillion I sit so far back that I sit on two bolts. The quad on a farm track is not the smoothest of rides. Today's photo was going to be one of Joe and his first (junior school) prom date, Chelsea. But I might not get anything for Mother's day if I post that one. So here's a lamb.
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